Barbaro Garbey's life was fine until May 21st, 2006. Then it became a living hell. Why? Because on that day, the Preakness Stakes happened. And from that point on, Garbey would be relentlessly ribbed with the same jibes over and over again. "Hey Barbaro, how's the leg?" "Barbaro, hold still so I can shoot your ass" "Hey Barbaro, can you take a call? The Glue Factory is on the phone for ya" It's enough to send a man over the edge. I wouldn't be surprised...